A/N: This was another tough prompt for me. Originally I thought of King and Queen, maybe the Majestics, but then the idea of the Bladebreakers being beyblading royalty hit me and it was the one that stuck. Also, if I fall off the radar for a few days, it's because I've got a busy start to my week. I'll still be writing in my downtime. ;)

Day 13 | Daichi and Tyson | Rated: K

Royalty

"The Bladebreakers are back! In a recent statement, the BBA announced the return of the fan-favorite team for the upcoming World Championship Tournament. Tyson Granger, Kai Hiwatari, Ray Kon, and Max Tate are considered beyblading royalty by the millions of viewers that tune into the tournament, and it's predicted that their reunion will make this year's Championship a record-breaking success."

Daichi growled and crumbled up the newspaper. His name wasn't mentioned once in the whole lousy article. Even the picture, plastered in the center of the sports section's front page, was of the original four Bladebreakers. It looked like it was taken after their very first World Championship win.

"So much for being World Champion," he grumbled and threw the newspaper across the room with a grunt.

It landed in front of the door, which was open to the outside to let in the cool, fresh air. Daichi was hoping a gust of wind would come along to carry it away when Tyson stepped inside.

"What's this?" he asked, bending down to pick it up. "If you're teaching yourself to read, Daichi, you might want to start with something with more pictures."

"Yuck it up, Tyson," Daichi replied and crossed his arms. "Everyone knows you only read comic books or any magazine with your big head on the front."

"Taste has nothing to do with skill," Tyson replied defiantly while he worked on unfolding the newspaper. "Just because I don't read encyclopedias for fun like Kenny doesn't mean I couldn't."

"You can't even spell 'encyclopedia', Tyson."

"You're just saying that so I don't catch on that you don't actually know what an encyclopedia is. Aha!" Tyson smoothed the newspaper out as best he could and waved it over his head triumphantly. "Now, let's see what's got you so frustrated. Did you try sounding it out?"

Whatever other jokes were in Tyson's arsenal seemed to fade away the minute he started reading the article. From how long he took looking it over, it was obvious he got farther than Daichi did before he resorted to skimming. He flipped the page, turned it over, like he was looking for something. Then, with a thoughtful frown, he turned to Daichi.

"Hiro said they'd be playing up the Bladebreaker angle once the word got out," he finally said. It sounded almost like an apology the way he talked, and somehow it made Daichi even more irritated.

"Yeah, well, from where I'm standing it looks more like a 'get rid of Daichi' angle and I don't like it!" He stomped past Tyson and out the door, intent on finding a wide open space somewhere where he could dice up the landscape with Strata Dragoon.

"Daichi, wait!" Tyson grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "No one's trying to get rid of you!"

Daichi yanked his arm free with one strong tug and shot Tyson a glare. "I'm not dumb, Tyson! I know everyone wants the Bladebreakers back." He jumped off the veranda and took a second to get a breath of fresh air and feel the earth under his feet before setting off toward the front of the dojo.

Stubbornly, Tyson followed. Why did he only want Daichi around when he didn't want to be around? "Just because we're beyblading as the Bladebreakers again doesn't mean you aren't a part of that Daichi. Do you seriously think we'd kick you off the team and not tell you?"

Daichi stopped short and rounded on him, fists balled at his sides. "No!"

"Then I'm confused. What are you mad at me for?"

Daichi let out an exasperated groan. "I'm not mad at you," he snapped, crossing his arms. "I'm sick of being forgotten about!"

There was an awkward silence following that statement. Tyson looked stunned and Daichi shuffled his feet, embarrassed. He wasn't good at this heart-to-heart junk. He preferred smashing things with his beyblade until he was in a better mood. Or until Gramps helped him put things in perspective with a weird speech.

"We won the World Championships together. And beat BEGA."

He didn't know why nobody cared about his involvement. It was like when he and Tyson first started beyblading together, but worse, because he thought he'd proved himself by Tyson's side this time. Earned something that would make people proud of him, too. Turns out he was still just a substitute for the rest of the Bladebreakers.

"Daichi, this article doesn't mean anything," Tyson said, holding up the rumpled newspaper still clutched in his hand. "The person who wrote it doesn't know anything about us. They just know the BBA wants the Bladebreakers' return covered as much as possible."

"I bet your ego likes that," Daichi mumbled, turning away from Tyson once more. There was no bite behind his words.

"We're doing this for the BBA, Daichi. To get the tournament publicity," Tyson reminded him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And yeah, we're excited to beyblade as a team again – probably more excited than all the fans are. Kai, Ray, and Max are my friends and we've been through a lot together.

"But the press has no idea how many people it takes to make the Bladebreakers winners; this article doesn't mention Kenny or Hilary either. Our team wouldn't be the same without any of you."

Daichi sniffled and wiped his nose on his arm. He wasn't gonna cry in front of Tyson. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do. You're a World Champion!" Tyson pulled him close with an arm around his shoulder and gave him a shake. "We wouldn't hear the end of it from the fans if we tried kicking you off the team. It would be an uproar! Total chaos!"

"Okay, Tyson, now you're layin' it on a little thick," Daichi said as Tyson began marching them back inside.

"No, really, Daichi. Who would we get to spearhead the 'half shorts, half pants' trend if you weren't on the team?"

Tyson was definitely joking now and Daichi would make him pay for it, right after the novelty of seeing him toss the newspaper over his shoulder, for the wind to carry away, wore off.

A/N: I know this is a short one, but I'm actually really happy with how it turned out. Think the banter at the beginning is my favorite part lol

Thanks for reading! :)